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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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OldSoul
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 2:32pm
17th Feb 2020 2:32pm
Beer Truth
Corona Is a beer I like, served with salt and lime
Now a well known virus cell, Deadly~though not a crime.
Known in days of Pharohs’ rule, feared throughout the land.
Reengineered and armed with spikes, moving through our glands.
They said it started In the East, Wuhan was the city
Quarantined from all the world, making us feel pity.
Masks are our protection, if we believe in myths,
Population control on point, manipulated Seth.
Doctors were arrested, ordinary citizens killed
They sacrificed life and limb, To see our futures...
Now a well known virus cell, Deadly~though not a crime.
Known in days of Pharohs’ rule, feared throughout the land.
Reengineered and armed with spikes, moving through our glands.
They said it started In the East, Wuhan was the city
Quarantined from all the world, making us feel pity.
Masks are our protection, if we believe in myths,
Population control on point, manipulated Seth.
Doctors were arrested, ordinary citizens killed
They sacrificed life and limb, To see our futures...
#CallToAction
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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5 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
11th Apr 2019 8:01am
Lakeside 10/30
The windmills fan their faces in cool joy.
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
Cartwheels walk the sky and feel with toes.
Listen, on the tippy toes are cartwheeling clouds.
Elephants cause earthquakes as they run.
Earthquakes make them run to higher ground.
Like children going out on a limb, higher.
Higher, out on a limb the children drop stones
into their faces, they see themselves as grass small.
They see themselves as grass, small with faces of dew.
Town-criers for the wind, for news of a bough.
...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
21st Apr 2019 7:14am
Lakeside 18/30
The freeze retreats
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
like crumpled paper,
the birds skid in,
tossing the ozone
of their wings. They
are signing home
in the sounds of our ghost
cinema. The music is
in ripples as we skip
flat, trying to feel it
through our hair, spines,
and calves. We have
emptied so that it echoes.
With our claws we rake the air
as rain, brush our hair,
toss a salad, scratch
our spines, cramp
our calves, and grow
the hay. We say theory
of mind and I see
what you’re saying
from the...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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5 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 1:42pm
21st Jan 2020 1:42pm
Errol Walton Barrow, the indomitably enduring and legendary Barbadian!
By Stanley Collymore
Hail to the Man! Hail, too, to our great
leader: the impeccably outstanding,
forevermore honoured and the
everlastingly remembered,
Errol Walton Barrow!
© Stanley V. Collymore
21 January 2020.
Author’s Comments:
A phenomenally remarkable Bajan, inspirational leader and Father of the Barbadian Nation. Enduring thanks, and specifically so on this Errol Barrow Day, the 21 January 2020, and also the 100th Anniversary of your celebrated birth.
These are the immortalized, unapologetic and...
Hail to the Man! Hail, too, to our great
leader: the impeccably outstanding,
forevermore honoured and the
everlastingly remembered,
Errol Walton Barrow!
© Stanley V. Collymore
21 January 2020.
Author’s Comments:
A phenomenally remarkable Bajan, inspirational leader and Father of the Barbadian Nation. Enduring thanks, and specifically so on this Errol Barrow Day, the 21 January 2020, and also the 100th Anniversary of your celebrated birth.
These are the immortalized, unapologetic and...
#inspirational
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 2:07am
27th Jan 2020 2:07am
Guffawed Calm
Laughter bends to the will
of the one that’s tittering
stating more than happiness
in the span of sound expressed
emotions’ span seeks a way
to exclaim sad dismay
the derision echoed forth
is only part of the retort
madness mixes with the joy
one or the other is explored
in the chuckles and guffaws
declarations sometimes bizarre
the release is paramount
beyond the sanity of the mind
giggles are the uttered balm
lunacy to guffawed calm.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200126.
of the one that’s tittering
stating more than happiness
in the span of sound expressed
emotions’ span seeks a way
to exclaim sad dismay
the derision echoed forth
is only part of the retort
madness mixes with the joy
one or the other is explored
in the chuckles and guffaws
declarations sometimes bizarre
the release is paramount
beyond the sanity of the mind
giggles are the uttered balm
lunacy to guffawed calm.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200126.
#funny
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
31st Jan 2019 00:50am
31st Jan 2019 00:50am
North South East West
misgivings on the direction
society is kited
during the wind-up
of their sleeping gaze
alarmed hermit
tosses torn blades
of a spinning rose into
a nor so easy we
maxed tense overshot
the trajectories
of an impact likely to prove
the accusations of history
You are not here to witness
gas following its nature
hot air ballooning past
sense of a backwards future
You told them I am a basket case
but I pilot a rage of wicker
...
society is kited
during the wind-up
of their sleeping gaze
alarmed hermit
tosses torn blades
of a spinning rose into
a nor so easy we
maxed tense overshot
the trajectories
of an impact likely to prove
the accusations of history
You are not here to witness
gas following its nature
hot air ballooning past
sense of a backwards future
You told them I am a basket case
but I pilot a rage of wicker
...
#politics
#ignorance
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
9th Apr 2019 7:42am
Lakeside 8/30
Let us unscrew all the bulbs, let us see
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
what really happens at night, what is this
wildness of roads bordering this lake.
Their lines of divide, cars going
in the opposite directions. In sign,
we would say this in a way
that indicates misunderstandings,
two fingers passing by in the night swiftly
ends in a question mark of face.
Therein lies the dichotomy
of cities, bodies have machinated
towards sound, matching the sonic
boom with their twin beams. I look
at the moon and cannot see behind,
who are...
#identity
#nature
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
#surreal #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Apr 2019 6:38am
15th Apr 2019 6:38am
Lakeside 14/30
All the bowl-shaped
things, my hands, can make
but can’t hold
this rain,
cave flower crescent
smoked pipe skull
gourd stomach bucket
body cloud clam crater
the form changes
without context, like the way a stranger
comes in the room and begins
asking for directions to who knows what is this
content is
as the insides
are filled
of words, in a rush
even as I swish them...
things, my hands, can make
but can’t hold
this rain,
cave flower crescent
smoked pipe skull
gourd stomach bucket
body cloud clam crater
the form changes
without context, like the way a stranger
comes in the room and begins
asking for directions to who knows what is this
content is
as the insides
are filled
of words, in a rush
even as I swish them...
#identity
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2019
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2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
20th Apr 2019 7:50am
Lakeside 17/30
In this moment
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
the wooly foam
of moving words
are what lights
our way to each other
in a limbo
of limbs.
Upon the stillness
a row of us
stumble as dominos
with numbers
denoting our fronts
and compress the snow.
Under the moon
we pack our
elbow knees knuckles
with our names
as muscle memory
paired with that
which can bend
an opening.
What our body
forgets friends
will return
in the cumulative
history of their bodies.
...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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